Comments on: "Bread" (13)

Thanks, Jacqui. I didn’t know you used to bake bread. From scratch? It’s such a rewarding experience, making the most basic of foods to share with the ones you love.
I love the magic of it, adding yeast and watching a glop of sticky dough rise and stretch. Yes, a lot like raising a family.

A great parallel between bread and marriage/family. Yeast of endearment, crusts on the floor, falling dough and new loaf rising – know them all. Beautifully written. This comes at a time when our apprentice baker has won the Qld title and is now going to represent Qld nationally in the bread making competition. I’m crossing my fingers he only experiences the new loaf rising in the next few weeks.

That’s lovely! I hope he wins. Please tell him I send my best wishes, and wish I could taste his bread – must be DELISH!
Thank you for the comment about my poem. I’ve often seen the parallels between the everyday tasks we accomplish and the structure of relationships.Bread grew from my intuition, literally.

Sharon Lynne Bonin-Pratt began her writing career the way so many others have done: by first doing everything else. Winning entries in grade school art, story, and essay contests convinced her to become a writer, but the real world intruded in adulthood and demanded she pay bills, raise kids, be a contributing member of the community. Along that rutted path she worked in the commercial art field designing patterns for surfer shorts, bikinis, and Hawaiian style shirts, taught after-school art through a city recreation program, and structured an art curriculum for three private schools. Ten years ago the writing muse, struggling to breathe in letters to friends and art articles, found its way to the surface. In a two-week period Shari wrote 60 pages of her first historical novel, and didn’t stop for three years. By then a second book demanded paper – OK, computer space – and now the third is in final revision stage. Of course, final revision is two words with a long shadow and a little footprint. Some folk claim they will write when the floors get vacuumed, the family accounting completed, the new garden planted. Shari is proof that all those things can be successfully ignored but not the urge to write. Her fiction explores human relationships, revenge, rage, forgiveness, redemption, and all the labyrinthine quandaries that mess up otherwise perfect lives. She resides in Southern California with her husband who’s learned to vacuum but not to cook. And the garden needs help.